What A Night For A Knight Novels & Stories

Some of them are watching the performance on the cemented platform while the others are visiting the booths that have beautiful and diverse small lights that are connected by a wire. Knight and Franziene were transported on the grassy field on the right side of the stage and they noticed that their clothing were different. 'Uh, what are these?' He asked the Spirit. 'That is your clothing for tonight.' Knight is wearing a white leather jacket, a blue T-shirt, black pants, and brown leather shoes. Franziene on the other hand is wearing a gray coat, brown boots, black jeans, and a coffee white bonnet. 'Remember, you must not be seen using magic.'

The woman that knight loves in the past. "Diana. I told you to leave earlier, I already told you as well about this event. I asked you nicely and yet you chose to do your own thing. This is why. I have my mate already. I just created this event for the goal of letting my constituents find their mates as well." I can see eyes from the side of her eye, aiming to fall at the ground. I took a grip of Knight's hand and gently press it. I do not wish to cause scandal tonight because this is suppose to be a fun night for all. I wanted that to stay that way.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

He stood there, a bathrobe hanging loosely around his shoulders, water droplets glistening on his skin. “Good evening, sir,” she said meekly, her voice barely above a whisper. He beckoned her closer with a nod, and she hesitated briefly before obeying. “Kneel,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. Blue found herself in front of the couch he was lounging on, and she obeyed, sinking to her knees. “What happens when little girls get naughty?” he asked, using his fingers to lift her chin that their eyes could meet. “They get punished,” Blue murmured, her gaze darting everywhere but his eyes. “It seems like you’re begging to get punished,” he said, leaning closer until their faces

Split the trees. Hit the mage mid-air and sent him flying twenty feet backwards—limp and unconscious before he even hit the trunk that cracked under the weight of his landing. The light was so blinding, a few knights stumbled. The thunder came a breath later—violent, loud, like the gods themselves had just clapped back. “Was that… her?” “She’s not even dressed properly—” “She’s in a nightgown, gods help us!” Their voices were tinged with awe. And maybe fear.

Anyways, our night ended at around 11pm and we went to our respective rooms to sleep, after cleaning the living area that was filled with the pizza boxes. The morning came of my day, when I will be officially becoming the assistant to the business tycoon, playboy and handsome and a PERVERT, Mr Richard Matthews. Yup, from now on, it will be me, him and Ms Dawson. No no, scratch that. It will be him and Ms Dawsone making my life a living hell.

Emerald like eyes were shielded by thick lashes. “You misread us, if you think that we are interested in you.” The ill-tempered Donte rose to his feet. He left his throne, taking measured strides to the woman. “We have a Chimera in our ranks. I doubt that you would be as useful as she is.” His nostrils flared. “I am here to be your mate!” She raised her voice. “Not to join your bullshit clan.”

Queenie, Fewa, Argo, and Finiah walked into the palace hall. Drawn swords were ready in their hands. The four men entered with courage. Argo, Finiah, and Fewa in their Knightly armor looked impressive. Meanwhile, Queenie was like a mighty Princess. Leya flew around them. The palace guards were shocked when the four people entered the Hall of the North Sea Royal Palace. The chaotic atmosphere in the hall felt so hard. Some palace officials discussing with King Jumuck stood up and prepared their swords.

Chloe’s fingers tightened around the small card as Natalie read the words aloud. “Be good.” “Be good?” Chloe echoed with a frown on her face. The message was short, cryptic, and lacked the usual formal tone she expected from a bouquet delivered to a corporate office. Before Chloe could voice her confusion, Natalie flipped the card over. “Oh, there’s something else. The card is signed ‘Your Knight in Night Armour.’” For a brief moment, Chloe's breath caught in her throat and her mind went blank. The phrase "Knight in Night Armour" kept playing over and over in her head, taking her back to a long-ago night she had tried to forget.